Calling out for someone to take this all away   Calling out for anyone to make it go away   Try to kill the picture the flowers in her hair   Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care      Staring at a paper cup   The emptiness inside   She's going high someday   She's going high someday.      Living with a photograph is really not the same   I've kept it in the suitcase where noone ever came   Watching other insects as they feel around my walls   They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all   Stare again - the photograph   The plastic is her mind   She's going high someday   She's going high someday.      Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls      Staring at my body,   Christ! It isn't mine at all.      Crying out for someone to make it go away   To take away this photograph so I can live again   Staring at the plastic cups   The emptiness inside   She's going high someday   She's going high someday.      Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls      Now I'm waiting for that day,   Yes, I'm waiting here that day.      Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls